I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Director Qin paused for a moment after saying "Time is running out".

Luo Fei held his phone, the sea breeze blowing in his face and ruffling his hair.

He gazed at the surging waves on the distant sea and said, "Director Qin, are you in your office? I'll come over."

Director Qin simply answered with a "Yes".

Luo Fei hung up the phone, turned around and walked to Chu Yue, saying, "I'm going to Kyoto. You guys can leave when you're ready."

Chu Yue nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Luo Fei glanced at Li Xiulan and Luo Weidong again, and saw that Li Xiulan was holding Xiaobai and chatting with Xiaolin.

Luo Weidong sat on a chair under the awning, with two flowerpots at his feet, the silvery-white leaves of the Spirit Gathering Grass swaying gently in the sea breeze.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze, a thought flickering in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in Director Qin's office.

Director Qin sat in his chair, holding his phone, the screen still displaying Luo Fei's number.

His face was exhausted, and there were dark shadows under his eyes.

Luo Fei asked directly, "Where is he?"

Director Qin stood up from his chair, put his phone in his pocket, and picked up the thermos filled with goji berries.

"In the inpatient department of the First Hospital. Several experts have been arranged there, from our country, the United States, Europe... the hospital has specially set aside an entire floor for them."

"The most serious case is Academician Sun, who has late-stage liver cancer that has already spread. The doctor says he may not make it through the month."

"That physicist from the United States also has cancer, lung cancer, and it's in its late stage."

"Several others have also developed health problems. They've been keeping it from the medical team, afraid it would affect the research progress."

Luo Fei said, "Take me there."

Director Qin looked up at him, a hint of doubt in her eyes, but she didn't ask. She just nodded, turned around, and walked out of the office.

Luo Fei followed behind him. The lights in the corridor were still on, and his footsteps echoed on the floor.

When Director Qin's car stopped downstairs at the hospital, Luo Fei saw the inpatient building through the car window.

The white light, cold and clear, shone on the steps like a layer of frost. Winter nights fall early; it was only evening, but the streetlights were already on. Director Qin pushed open the car door, his thermos tucked under his arm, and, supporting himself on the door frame with his other hand, stood up and strode towards the building entrance.

Luo Fei followed behind him, and the two entered the inpatient department one after the other.

The two stopped at the door of the ward at the end of the corridor on the twelfth floor.

The door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack through which you could see the light inside and the bed curtains.

Director Qin pushed open the door, and Luo Fei followed him inside.

The ward was small, about 20 square meters, with two beds, but only one person was staying there.

Academician Sun lay on the bed by the window. His hair was completely white, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were chapped and covered with white flakes.

An IV line was attached to his arm, and a pale yellow liquid was slowly dripping from the tube.

He closed his eyes and breathed very lightly, so light that the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible.

An old woman, his wife, was sitting by the bed, wearing a dark blue cotton-padded jacket.

She gently held Academician Sun's hand, her eyes red-rimmed.

She heard the door open, turned around, saw Director Qin, and moved her lips as if to stand up, but Director Qin waved her hand, and she sat down again.

Director Qin walked to the bedside, looked down at Academician Sun, and said nothing.

Then he turned around, looked at Luo Fei, and lowered his voice.

"There are a few others next door. Professor Thomas from the United States has lung cancer and just had a biopsy; he's lying in bed unable to move. Professor Schneider from Europe has late-stage cirrhosis; he's had his ascites drained twice, and it keeps swelling up afterward."

"There are also several experts, all leading figures in their respective fields. They've been ill for quite some time, but they've been pushing themselves to the limit. If someone hadn't discovered that Academician Sun had collapsed in the lab, they would have tried to keep it from the medical team."

Luo Fei stood in the middle of the ward, looking at Academician Sun's face, which was so thin it was almost unrecognizable, at the drops of liquid dripping from the IV tube, and at the old lady holding her husband's hand, which was covered with age spots.

His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

He recalled how Academician Sun looked when he received the data on controlled nuclear fusion. At that time, Academician Sun was in good spirits, walked with a brisk pace, and spoke with a strong voice, completely different from the person lying in bed now.

He turned around and walked out of the ward, with Director Qin following behind him.

"Director Qin, find an operating room, clear it out, leaving only the necessary equipment. Have someone guard the entrance to the operating room; no one is allowed to enter without permission."

Director Qin paused for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions, because he knew that Luo Fei wouldn't do anything meaningless.

He picked up his phone, dialed the dean's number, said a few words after the call connected, and then hung up.

"There's an operating room on the third floor that wasn't used today; it was just disinfected. I told them to clear it out."

Luo Fei followed Director Qin to the third floor. The operating room door was open and the lights were on.

Several nurses came out of the operating room, carrying trays of instruments. The scissors and forceps on the trays gleamed under the light. When they saw Luo Fei, they paused for a moment. Someone recognized him, and their mouths opened slightly.

The operating room was empty, except for the operating table, the shadowless lamp, and the monitor in the corner.

Director Qin stood at the operating room door, waiting for Luo Fei to speak.

Luo Fei went inside, put the operating table into his ring, and took out the medical capsule.

A silver-white hull appeared out of thin air in the middle of the operating room.

Director Qin looked at the silver-white medical pod, and his lips moved slightly.

He wanted to ask, "What is this?", but he swallowed the words back.

Luo Fei took out a USB drive from the ring, handed it to Director Qin, and began to explain.

"This is the complete set of production data for this medical pod, including the production process, material formulas, assembly procedures, and operation manual. Please have someone study it. This one will be used to save lives first."

He pointed to the cabin and turned to face the operating room door.

"Bring over Academician Sun, whose condition is the most serious, first."

Director Qin gripped the USB drive tightly in his hand. He turned and strode quickly out of the operating room.

Soon, several nurses brought Academician Sun in on a trolley. The wheels of the trolley rolled silently on the rubber floor. Academician Sun lay on the bed, covered with a white blanket, with an IV tube still inserted in the back of his hand. The IV bottle hung on the trolley's rack, and the liquid inside was still dripping.

The old lady followed behind, clutching a handkerchief tightly in her hand, which was already crumpled up.

A doctor in a white coat walked briskly down the corridor, his hands in his pockets, a look of doubt on his face.

He walked to the operating room door, glanced inside, and paused when he saw the silver-white medical pod.

"What is this? The patient's current condition is not suitable for movement, much less for any unapproved experimental treatments..."

He didn't finish his sentence because Director Qin walked over from behind and gently patted him on the shoulder.

The doctor opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He knew Director Qin's identity, understood Luo Fei's background, and understood what it meant for the two of them to be here at the same time.

So he immediately stepped aside.

Academician Sun was wheeled into the operating room.

The nurses carefully transferred him from the trolley to the medical pod. One supported his head, another his waist, and a third his legs; together, the three of them lifted him steadily and gently placed him into the pod.

His body was quickly surrounded by the robotic arms inside the medical pod.

Then, the hatch slowly closed.

Luo Fei walked to the side of the cabin and pressed the start button on the surface of the cabin.

The interior walls of the cabin lit up instantly.

The robotic arm then started, and the probe and treatment device at its end slowly extended and precisely fitted various parts of Academician Sun's body.

A pale blue light emanated from Academician Sun's body, as if a flame of life had been ignited within him, continuously burning, clearing away lesions, and repairing damage.

Those cancer cells, whether they had spread to the liver, lymph nodes, or bone marrow, melted and dissipated rapidly under the pale blue light, like ice meeting hot water, and eventually disappeared completely.

It's not that it's killed, but that it's restored to normal cells, restored to healthy tissue, restored to a body without cancer.

No one spoke in the operating room. Director Qin stood beside the pod, clutching the USB drive tightly, his eyes fixed on Academician Sun inside, not blinking.

The doctor in the white coat leaned against the door frame, his mouth slightly open.

In less than ten minutes, the hatch opened.

The pale blue light went out, the robotic arm retracted, and the probe left his body.

Academician Sun opened his eyes, supported himself on both sides of the medical pod's reclining chair, and sat up.

The doctor in the white coat rushed in from the doorway.

His hands were shaking, especially the hand holding the stethoscope. He pressed the stethoscope against Academician Sun's chest, listened for about five seconds, and then removed the stethoscope.

He looked at Academician Sun, then at Luo Fei, then at Director Qin. His lips moved several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "His heartbeat and breathing are normal. Judging from his physical signs, his condition is much better than when he was first admitted to the hospital."

His voice trembled slightly, tinged with confusion and bewilderment.

Academician Sun stood up from the medical pod.

His legs didn't buckle, his hands didn't tremble, and he stood very steadily.

He looked down at his hand, turning it over and over. The IV needle was still stuck in the back of his hand, and the tape was still on. He tore off the tape and pulled out the needle very gently, without any bleeding.

He looked at Director Qin, his voice not loud, but clear. "Director Qin, what's wrong with me...?"

Director Qin stepped forward and grasped his hand tightly.

"Don't ask any more questions. Go back and get a full checkup first."

Academician Sun nodded, turned to look at Luo Fei, and extended his hand. Luo Fei grasped his hand, and neither of them spoke.

Director Qin instructed a nurse to take Academician Sun for a comprehensive examination. Several nurses surrounded him, wanting to help him up, but he waved his hand, indicating that it wasn't necessary, and walked out of the operating room on his own.

The old lady followed him excitedly.

Luo Fei stood beside the medical pod, looked at Director Qin, and said, "Arrange for all the experts, academicians, and researchers involved in extraterrestrial technology research, regardless of whether they are sick or not, to come into the medical pod for a check-up."

"If you have any health problems, you can get treatment right away. If you don't, just lie down for ten minutes and come out; consider it a medical check-up."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"No one is allowed to use connections to cut in line. Patients will be prioritized according to the severity of their illness, with the most severe cases going first; for patients with the same illness, they will be prioritized according to age, with the older patients going first."

Director Qin nodded.

His phone rang; it was the hospital director calling to ask what had happened in the operating room. A nurse said she saw Academician Sun walk out on his own, his face rosy and his spirits high, as if he were a completely different person.

Director Qin said "Good thing" and hung up the phone.